Although Robin wanted to train, Wally wouldn't hear of it. He was still pretty weak. Just being up and about tired him out. He felt better than he had – his limbs ached to be used, and his mind was sharper - but that didn't mean he was ready to fight again. Instead, Wally asked Raven for some meditation tips and the three of them spent most of the day trying to get their legs into that pretzel position. It broke up the little bit of tension between them. They laughed together and practiced being quiet with a good example and eventually both of them got it. Even wiggling Wally was still.

Then when Raven drifted away to get something done, Wally shifted to sit behind Robin and quietly slipped his hands onto his waist. He touched his nose to Robin's shoulder and followed the flex of his arms and torso as he shivered. "You work too hard." He breathed. The empty training room echoed around them. He radiated heat and affection, and it was clear he needed to stretch his legs, too.

"How do you get that impression?" Robin teased, his skin prickling with Wally's touch.

Wally kissed his neck, wrapping his arms around his thin waist and pulling him in close. As if on cue Robin melted into him. "Because." He murmured, squeezing him gently in a protective hug. "You're so itchy to get back to training. I can feel you're not ready to go swinging your fists around again; but you still think you have to."

Leaning his head back against Wally's shoulder Robin sighed and shut his eyes. "I have a team to lead. It's my responsibility to be in fighting shape. Sitting around like this, even with you, is driving me crazy." He went to sit up and Wally held him in. Struggling against his strong arms was useless.

"You need to relax. The more you relax, the faster you'll be better enough to fight again," Wally explained. He pulled Robin down onto the floor with a cry of protest, pinning him on his back with one arm over his chest as he leaned over on his side to look down at him. "Right?"

"Wally, I don't want to relax anymore," Robin argued, exasperated. He'd done nothing for almost a week now, and he was going nuts. "Having you around is relaxing enough – can't I just-"

"Nope," Wally said simply, bending his head to kiss the side of his neck. A shiver racked Robin. "No nun chucks. No kick flips. No punching bags." He touched a kiss to his jawline in several spots and tangled up their legs on the floor mats. "No villains. Not yet."

"Wally," Robin let the name tumble out in protest, gripping the wrist of the arm pinning him down. His head swam with his pounding pulse, his entire body reacting to the simple skin on skin contact between them. It poured steaming into his head and filled it to the brim. He didn't want to let go and let him win. He didn't want to stay like this - he really was tired of being still. Every bone in his body screamed to leap and swing and punch, but he didn't want to hurt Wally, not ever. He just wanted to move. It was like an adrenaline shot to his heart.

In reply he felt the arm Wally was balancing on slide around his neck and bring him in, pushing his nose into Robin's cheek. "You gotta promise, Robs," he whispered, "promise you'll take it easy." His words were heavy with implications, like there was going to be a sort-of consequence for the wrong answer. A consequence he had a feeling they'd both enjoy.

"I can't," Robin breathed honestly against his fluttering heart. He was serious, but it felt amazing to have someone push this kind of attention on him. He couldn't tell whether he actually did want to get up or not anymore. The smell of Wally's ginger hair was engrossing.

"Well, then I'll have to restrain you," Wally grinned. In a flash, he was pinning Robin's legs with his own, both his hands tangling with his. Robin gasped. His oppressor pressed his body down and touched his lips to Robin's cheek. "How about now?" He hummed. Suddenly, the air was thick with desire, the deep kind that was difficult to think about and impossible to escape.

Robin's head spun like a dreidel. His face heated up to a thousand degrees, his body betraying him as it gave in, pressing flush with the boy on top of him. "Maybe," he managed. Every inch of the taunt, healthy figure over him was perfect, the pressure like wrapping himself in a blanket. A strange sort of fever seized him as he found himself wanting more. His partner picked up the signal.

"Still need convincing?" Wally whispered. "I can fix that."

He kissed Robin again, only this time it was slow and sultry like warm honey, without the frantic pounding of hearts sounding the rhythm but something much smoother, much more akin to breathing. Time did not slow so much as suspend, enveloping them in a microcosm of warmth and languid exploration that was theirs and theirs alone. A small breath of surprise was drawn between his lips as teeth sank gently into his bottom lip. The moment Robin found his hands freed so Wally would run them along his body, he reached up and touched his freckled face. The gentle tug of stubble on his fingertips was invigorating and he arched his back against this new feeling enveloping him.

Something in him clicked. He wrapped his free arm around Wally's neck, pulling him in, and began kissing him like he was in control. His mouth snatched at the other boy's fervently. A soft groan told him he was doing well, reaching down to push his hand under Wally's shirt and press it against his soft six pack. Strength swelled into his arms and legs all at once. It was just enough to usurp Wally's balance – and he was ready. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he pushed against the floor and flipped them over so it was him pinning Wally down instead of the other way around. The world spun for a minute and his victim hit the floor with a definite thud and lay back, shocked, clinging to Robin's hips like he'd get flipped again if he let go. Triumph flooded from the teeth Robin sank into his lip. A brash show of defiance was just what the doctor ordered. With some coaxing, Wally smiled into the kiss cheekily and pushed his hands under Robin's wife beater, eagerness showing through his calm façade. His fingertips slid over the shaped chest and brushed against sensitive spots along his ribcage on their way to disrupt Robin's attention. He moaned softly against the lips cornering him and drew one from Robin as well. His legs drew him up a bit more to bring Robin begging for more.

This perfect mix of teasing drew the hungered-for reaction from the former sidekick. Robin found the blood rush out of his face and something strong throb against Wally's pelvis as he pressed his hands hard against the floor. His lips stumbled but the speedster's did not. Wally lifted his hips to rub Robin's, making him gasp, and slid his hands to massage his sides.

"Relax," he said breathlessly, grinning, and Robin released a shuddering pant. His eyes were blown wide with shock. Without answering he worked his hips down against Wally's until he got the same reaction. Again, they melted together. They lay rubbing and kissing until both were exhausted. Wally tangled a hand in Robin's hair, carding his fingers through it as he worked his fingertips against his scalp. Robin rested his cheek against Wally's shoulder and shut his eyes, blushing and slowly backing off his high. He curled his fingers against the lifting chest below him. Somewhere in his head he realized he'd won whatever kind of battle this had been. Not only had he gained the upper hand, but he'd defied the relaxation rule very quickly. Like they were opponents in a fight.

Wally chuckled like he was reading his mind. "You're incorrigible," he teased, and they laughed